Halyn
By: MIA202
Summary: Harri Potter is a twin, not to mention a girl. Her older twin brother is named boy-who-lived, while she is swept aside, letting her brother have all the fame and spotlight. Eventually sent to live with the Dursley's. Harri grows up very different from her brother, and anyone else in the wizarding world. What happens though, when it turns out Dumbledore made a mistake? What if Harri has already made herself into a new person and barely remembers her past? Will she be bothered to save a world that has never thought anything of her?
Warning: fem!Harry, child neglect and abuse, offensive language, some violence
Disclaimer: I do not own or have any rights to any Harry Potter character or plots or universe. I only create plots and put the Harry Potter universe into them.
A/N: I'm not dead! Hurray! Just got caught up with things after I got back from vacation. I know, I know, it's been forever! Sorry! Times a million! I will try to get back on top of updating regularly once again! I promise!
Chapter 10
x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x
I was beginning to know this boy, this young man, Draco Malfoy more and more. He was different from the others. Of course there was the obvious, but there was something deeper, more ingrained that drew my attention to him. It set him apart from the others right away. It was like when one animal catches the sent of another in the wild. Every now and then, a new intriguing sent will be found and must be figured out before moving on. Draco was like that; different from the others as well as me.
"I don't like it," Cordell sneers over the breakfast table as I sip my coffee, "Stinking English wizard is probably trying to lure you into a trap." I smiled behind my cup at him. Cordell is always trying to protect me, though he knows best of all I do not need the protection. There is a certain possessive steak about him; like I am part of his pack and no one else he does not deem worthy shall ever interact with me. He forgets I am the alpha, while this pack exists at school.
"What makes him different, you never show interest in anyone any more. Not since then." Cordell says tersely. I give him a look and he quiets down. He knows the past is the past and yet he brings it up. While it does not hurt as much any more, the scars, like that of any wound, remain and it annoys me to revisit what cannot be changed. I have learned well from it.
"Perhaps because he is a foreigner," Flaviu pipes up, "But then again you are one too, like me. Maybe because he is so pale, but I am too. Does he remind you of me?" I laugh softly, my sweet friend who seems so innocent and is so soft hearted. He reminds me of a pup, so happy to be around and to give and get attention and love. He will make a wonderful healer someday. Him and his magic are both so nurturing and warm.
"You must be kidding, you two are nothing alike," Cordell snorts. I sometimes wish I hadn't taught him any Romanian. He can be quite cruel to Flav at times, and then my small friend's inner demon comes out and the two have rows for days. I quickly cut Cordell off before he can say more.
"No, you two are very different, and for that I am happy," I reply to him in Romanian, "you can never be replicated, Flav, you are too genuine." Flav beams at me, nodding, before returning to his breakfast and 'brain storming' as he calls it.
Andrey remains quiet, strong. He never questions me and always backs me up. If we were to consider our group a little pack, he could be my beta. I can see him thinking though, behind his silent demeanor. He does not trust Draco either, if only for the fact that Andrey has not tested him yet; does not know what he has in store; what he can contribute. Andrey would assume Draco as omega of the pack; the lowest for now.
I know differently. Draco is not to be seen as part of the pack yet. He is like a cat, not a dog; seemingly social but very much on his own- slinking here and there finding what he wants to know and compiling data in his head. I know what he is doing. He is testing the waters, seeing where he stands. It would not do to make enemies here at this school. He cannot go back to Hogwarts. I know as much from the headmaster. So, in order to stay here, but get to where he wants to be in the social order of this school, he pokes and prods and tests things out until he can find a suitable place to slip in, as close as he can to where he wants to be.
I am not blind. I know he is looking to get into what he considers my circle; my territory as it may be. He wants to understand how I am, and what I do, but that is nothing new, many people want that. What is new is that I want the same from him. And what I don't know is why.
I get up to go to class, I feel like going today. I have my first class with Draco. Cordell is not happy that I tell him to sit with Andrey, while I take the seat next to where Draco usually sits. Cordell tries to retaliate, but Andrey has already forced him to sit and the two have a quite heated discussion while I wait.
Draco walks into the room, I hear him before I turn to look at him. He is stopped, looking at me, unsure of his next move. We have been friendly, but I have never made a public move like this before. Many of our classmates behind him are stunned as well. His friend nudges him in my direction and he finally sits. I just give him a small smile and turn to my textbook. I have learned these human games quite thoroughly, and the next move is his.
"Hey," he says softly and I smirk, not looking at him. "Come here often?" He asks. I left a small laugh out. I can hear Cordell growling behind us.
"No, not too often." I say back, finally turning to him.
"Yeah, I've noticed." He scoffs, "I'd like to know how you get away with that by the way."
"Can't tell, it's a trade secret."
"Yeah? Do you have a lot of trade secrets?" I can see he is amused.
"Yes, and what is that saying? 'I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.' We are going with clichés today are we not?" I toss back at him. His amusement grows.
"What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger," he throws back.
"Very true," I smirk again, but now the teacher is entering.
"What are you doing after lunch today?" he asks rushed, trying to get it in before the professor starts. "I have free then."
"I do not know yet."
"Meet me by the Quidditch pitch?" He's trying not to plead, but his eyes give him away. I nod after a moment. The teacher has started class, but Draco has a permanent small smile on his face throughout the entirety of his note taking.
How odd.
This man intrigues me.
TBC…